Showing posts from July, 2014


Picking a name for a kid is hard work. When my cousin's wife delivered their first child, they were not able to leave the hospital until they had decided on a name. I called him to check in to make this discovery and asked what name they were thinking about.


But Jared was worried that, as his father- and the first time as a father, he was strapping a name to his son for the rest of his life. Would he be an Alex as he grew up? As a father, this was his first decision and it would effect the rest of his life. No pressure. When his son grew to be a man, would he hate his name?

It's not like we're naming him Sue, here- I said. We're talking about Alex. Alexander the Great! Alexander Graham Bell! Alex is a good name. A strong name. Alex is your friend and your confidant.  Alex is an excellent choice to name your first born. You raise him with love, you'll raise him to know that his name was a gift from his parents.

Alex went home in his father's arm…

What's for dinner

When Mommy is pregnant and Daddy is on call?

Bennie had copious amounts of raspberries and Cheerios, with 1/4 of a chicken quesadilla (from the freezer section at Costco).

LMC had raspberries and a waffle- and a lot of complaints about her 1/4 of a chicken quesadilla. Oh, and a cookie. To boost her low sugar...

Wife had a bowl of Cheerios and no cookie. Because I had already consumer three in the course of the day.

This is awfully similar to what we just had for breakfast- except Bennie had a waffle, too. And no one had a quesadilla.

Let's not talk about the cookies.

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Husband just left to pick up some libations for this evening. Mom requested that I make homemade peach ice cream. Brother requested my grandfather's pound cake. SIL is picking up BBQ. It is the twelfth of July.

Today is Brother's birthday.

Last night, 12 of his best friends- 16 of us in total- joined Brother and SIL for a feast of lobster and steak. The crowd was loud and jovial, each raising a glass to each other in the name of my brother. My hero. As the glasses clinked, the alcohol flowed- the conversation lightened and the laughs grew louder. Questions were passed back and forth from table to table about dreams and best birthdays. A lot of husbands said they'd have sex. A lot of wives said they'd rather go shopping with someone else's credit card. People walked by and stopped to congratulate Brother on another birthday.

The laughs rippled through the club and I watched the waitstaff watch us from behind the corners. I saw those that were older than us peer in o…


Last week, Bennie fell in the pool. Honest to God- she fell in the pool. I was right there beside her talking to two other friends by the pool and there was a little splash that amounted to an 18 month old in the pool. My heart still jumped in my throat and my eyes expanded past the size of saucers. Nothing will put any kind of fear in you like seeing a baby go head first into the pool without an intention behind it. 
Before I could get down to her and do all those maternal things that one must do- she found the surface, was on her back and breathing. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. I scooped her up and showered her with kisses as she started crying. She was safe, she was completely and totally safe- but it was one of those moments where I knew it did not matter how much money it cost, these classes we had been taking were worth every single penny. 

We are about to start our fifth week of ISR -- Infant Self Rescue -- on Monday for Bennie. ISR is something you cannot g…

Life Changes

My whole life- I have been a planner. While Brother was the one that would call me on a Tuesday with plans to leave for the lake Tuesday afternoon, I like to set a plan. Make an agenda. Get it together. At the very least, pack a bag.

And often I have learned, if you want to make God laugh- make a plan. And often I have said, I make God laugh a lot.

We made a commitment to ourselves and made a plan for LMC. We made a plan to bring her into this world.

Years later, we made a plan . We talked, thought, prayed, and planned. Like clockwork, our plan came to be. Bennie.

And we made another plan. Two children meant "man-on-man" defense. Two children is almost the national average. We would be a perfectly average family. Pregnancy is hard on any body- especially mine. Rolling into the operating room that early December morning, I remember the thought tumbling through my head before the fear set in, "This will be the last time I do this. I will no longer have to be afraid of a c…